Sheldon J. Plankton really doesn't have it easy. He's always stepped on with all possibilities back in his home in Bikini Bottom, and he's treated as a joke for nearly all of his life. But somewhere beyond the confinement of Bikini Bottom? He would get himself in more trouble than he asked for, and thus, he would find out...

"Help!" Plankton screamed, trying not to fall off Candlehead's vanilla head as Candlehead ran about throughout Sugar Rush, not knowing what landed on her. Candlehead suddenly bumped into a large strawberry lollipop tree, causing her to fall back down, with Plankton falling off. Candlehead groaned, shaking her head as she saw Plankton, who was trying to get on his stubby two legs.

"Oh my ginger gosh!" Candlehead exclaimed as she slapped her hands on her face, picking up Plankton and looking at him with curiosity. "A gummy was on my hair this whole time!"

Plankton stood on his legs, pointing angrily at Candlehead. "I'm not a gummy, you sugar plump!" He folded his stubby green arms as he snarled, glancing up at Candlehead. "Anyway, who are you, and where am I?"

Candlehead giggled as she hugged Plankton tightly. "Oh, where are my manners? I'm Candlehead, and you're in Sugar Rush, my home sweet home!"

Plankton screamed in pain as he struggled to break free from Candlehead's tough grasp. "Please... stop... you're choking me..." Candlehead stopped hugging him, with Plankton wheezing as he widened his eye, nearly out of breath. He shook his head, placing his hands on his hips. "Don't do that to me again. Or else."

Candlehead giggled innocently as she blinked several times.

Plankton sighed as he rubbed the back of his head with his right hand. "Anyway, I gotta help people all across various universes and stuff. I got punished in the universe I came from, so..." He sighed as he lowered his eye, folding his arms. "Do you have any problems for me to take care of?"

Candlehead stuck out her tongue as she made a raspberry noise. "My tongue tickles every time I do this! It's silly!"

Plankton sighed in annoyance. "You don't seem to be taking this seriously." He moved his hands about slowly, trying to get his point across. "Do... you... need... me... to... solve... any... problems... you... have..."

Candlehead stared blankly at Plankton for several seconds. Plankton slapped his right hand on his eye.

"Are you even listening to me?" Plankton exclaimed, waving his arms frantically. "Hello? Earth to Candlehead!"

Candlehead blinked as she shook her head, glancing down at Plankton. "Huh, whatzit? What are you?"

Plankton took in a deep breath as he rubbed his right arm. "Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself." He cleared his throat. "I am Sheldon J. Plankton."

Candlehead continued looking at Plankton oddly. "Sheldon? You mean, you don a shell?"

"No!" Plankton barked back angrily as he was shaking with rage, pointing at Candlehead with his right hand. "Why are you such a stupid kid?"

Candlehead tilted her head to the right as she murmured. "I have no idea what your words mean, Mr. Plankton."

Plankton widened his eye, being in disbelief at what was occurring before him. "Wait, you're telling me you're oblivious to everything?"

Candlehead nodded in response. "Yeah. I've been programmed like this so that I could be set apart from the other racers. Otherwise, I would just..." She trailed off as she glanced up, to see the flame on her candle. "Oooh, I didn't know I had a candle on my head! The flame is so amazing!"

Plankton got into a fetal position as he whimpered, muttering to himself, "I sincerely hope that the rest of this sugary nightmare isn't as slow as this dork..."